A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 773 766.'Verification'

"So, aren't Lilinite and the pack of wolves all your split souls? In fact, they are all your own, right?" Aichuan Luowu looked at Stark opposite him with a look of embarrassment. Disdainful, "How lonely are you guys, that you can sing oboe with yourself like this?"

"Whatever you say..."

Stark raised the muzzles of the double guns in his hands towards the two with a blank expression, "In short, the winner is now divided, just like I said, you are destined to lose. If you can't win, you will win no matter what. No, I don’t think I need to use my life to prove this point, right? Now admit defeat and leave, I can let you go.”

"Let go?"

Ai Chuan Luo Wu was taken aback for a moment, "What silly things are you talking about?"

"I'm different from those guys. I don't have the so-called desire to 'kill'. Rather, it's just the opposite..." Stark replied lightly. In his words, he seemed to recall his past, "Speaking of... I envy you guys... Weak guys can always get together in groups. Just like the two of you now."

"What did you say!?"

Hearing this, Aikawa Luowu and Fengqiao Loujuro also had extremely gloomy expressions.

"Can't understand? That's right."

He didn't need anyone to understand, because he was always alone.

but……

As he spoke, he also leaped high and pursued.

But what puzzled him was that the injury to the cut part did not seem to be as serious as he had predicted.

The figures of the two people crossed each other.

"'Shadow Ghost'."

Unfortunately, no.

Stark seemed to understand something after listening to Jingle Shunsui's words, and instantly chose to jump high.

He will... die alone. 'Lonely Death' is his own.

But this color was called out by Jingle Chunshui at this moment, that is to say, if he cuts Jingle Chunshui at this moment, the damage of this knife will be calculated according to the maximum value, and the opponent will be killed by the game rules set by himself.

He really hopes to become weaker, if it is impossible... at least give him a few companions who are as powerful as him, right?
"puff--"

Only then did he understand.

"It's really... cunning?"

Since following this man, he doesn't seem to be alone anymore.

He will bear the risk of calling out 'color'. The probability of him hitting the black on the opponent's body is extremely small, while the black on the opponent's body is almost [-]%.In this case, if his knife hits Stark, it will exert nearly [-]% of its power. At the same time, it will be the same if he is hit by the opponent.

He now understands why Kyoraku Shunsui said he was tired from playing with his own Zanpakutō.

"Well... I think you... Even if you stay with us, you shouldn't die so easily."

Jingle Chunshui replied lightly, "Don't blame me for being like this, in fact, I didn't intend to hide it on purpose, it's just that 'Huatian Kuanggu' doesn't cooperate with me... It's really tiring to play with it."

He didn't regret taking the knife.

But since the 'trial' of the virtual circle started, he fell into confusion again.

Judging from his own feeling, the knife just now should have cut off his entire right arm, but in fact the wound that appeared was only a trace of skin trauma.

But unfortunately, it is the enemy.

Great guy, really showed up.

clang--

At this moment, the color in the game field is 'white', and neither of them has changed it, so in his opinion, this should be a fair battle, after all, the white area on both of them is quite large.

The simple explanation is high risk high reward.

The crisp sound of the knife sounded, and the two of them stepped up and down, and the swords touched.

Now the answer is out.

Jingle Chunshui hummed softly and looked back at Stark, "What a headache...that's why I don't like fighting with smart guys like you.",

However, when Jingle Chunshui blocked the knife and counterattacked, he realized that he had been tricked.

Between the words, Jingle Chunshui's figure became blurred.

It was obviously extremely calm, but it revealed an inexplicable sadness.

Seeing that the blade that sprang out from the other end of the shadow did not hit the target, Jingle Chunshui smiled lightly, "It's quite powerful, Mr. Pomian. You figured out the rules so quickly?"

"what happened?"

"'Yan Gui'..."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the Zanpakuto on the opponent's body, with the blade facing down, "Although this sword is very cute, it is really tiring to play with it... right?"

The "Ten Blades" who were regarded as his "companions" were killed by the trialists who broke into the virtual circle, but the other "companions" did not respond.

Blood spurted from Jingle Chunshui's back.

"Hehe...you really understand it completely?" Jingle Chunshui smiled helplessly, "At first, I was thinking of giving you a hint slowly... this is why I participated in the game as the owner of 'Hua Tian Kuang Bone' It’s one of the advantages, but I didn’t expect you to see through the entire rules of the game just by looking at it, you guy...you really are a very powerful guy.”

The two followed in Aizen's footsteps and left this place where the weak gather.

Which one is the real one, or neither?

Well... only half achieved.

"I see……"

Stark got up in silence, and stretched out his hand to hold Lilinette who was also silent.

"Is it?"

Sen Leng's voice came from Jingle Chunshui's mouth.

"This is……"

grey.

Next is his turn.

This guy doesn't talk about Wude at all.

"The clothes on me are mainly gray and white, while the feathers on your body are mainly black and white. Both you and I have white and a large area." Stark continued, "So 'white' It’s all high-risk, high-reward colors for us.”

"The ends of the earth."

"White."

I really envy these weak people...

"black."

He has already forgotten.

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Blood continued to overflow from Stark's severed wound.

"Lilinette, come with me."

Sure enough, it was just his wishful thinking.

"If you want to know, just follow me." Lan Ran looked down at him condescendingly, and said lightly.

Because this game must be played according to the rules, even the owner of Zanpakuto cannot violate it.

Just as I thought just now, even the same people can be divided into masters and rookies.

"Oh?" Stark showed a puzzled expression, as if he didn't care about the blade still stuck in his body.

Perhaps because he was paying attention to the 'rules' that Jingle Chunshui said, Stark was cut in a daze.

Jingle Chunshui must tell him the rules, because the 'game' is fair.

Instant step.

After talking lightly to himself, Jingle Chunshui raised the blade in the other hand, ready to swing the knife, "Grey."

He was tired of living alone.

The only advantage of being the master is probably knowing the rules of the game one step ahead of the enemy, but if the opponent has a strong understanding ability, then this advantage can only be maintained for a moment.

Stark didn't answer, but raised his hand, separated part of the soul, and held a blue blade in his hand.

In the end, only 'Lilinite' was by his side, only himself.

According to the rules of 'New Ghost', if the person at the top wins, then Stark's slashing power at the top will be even greater. If you use 'New Ghost' in this posture, Jingle Shunsui will obviously be killed by his own Zanpakuto is a deadly game, but fortunately, as the master of 'Huatian Kuanggu', he can still decide which ability to activate.

At the same time, he threw away the pure white haori on his body, leaving only black on his body at this moment.

The sound of the knife sounded, and the sharp blade fell towards the shadow on the ground again.

At first glance, this ability is really deceptive.

"What a coincidence... so are we." Stark turned his head and looked at the man who had come behind him, "Anyone else? Are they... also very powerful?"

"My clothes are gray."

But is there really such a Zanpakuto in this world that can deceive its master?
of course not……

Stark suddenly realized, "It seems that your knife is really a troublesome guy."

Stark nodded lightly and said nothing else.

Because he arbitrarily took this man and the other 'Ten Blades' as his companions.

"No, these guys... died by themselves." Stark replied calmly.

After thinking about everything, Stark frowned slightly and swung his knife while shouting out the color.

Until now, his life has come to an end.

So he decisively chose another game rule.

"..."

Is this really a 'companion'?

Looking at the blade protruding from his body, Stark knew that his wish seemed to have come true.

Thinking that the battle was over, Stark withdrew his guns and put his hands in his pockets and landed on the ground.

Coupled with the fact that the guy in front of him didn't talk about martial arts at all, the situation completely fell to one side in an instant.

Jingle Chunshui smiled awkwardly, "You are really good, that's right, the answer you gave is great. The ability of 'Yangui' is indeed like this, say the color and attack, if this color is harmful to you There is a risk, and the greater the risk, the greater the harm..."

Stark turned his head in surprise, looked at the man slowly appearing from his shadow, and couldn't help sighing, "What is this trick? Isn't it too stupid to lurk in the shadow of others? You still know Such a trick, Mr. Captain."

Jingle Chunshui looked at Stark's thinking, and asked with a smile, "It's your turn to take the knife... Try to name the color you want to cut? Except for the color you said, the other colors will be used. You won't take any damage if you hit it."

"..."

Stark shouted the color and swung the knife again.

It turns out that no one has ever regarded him as a companion, and he has always lived sadly and alone.

puff--

The final function of life is probably to verify whether you have a real 'companion', right?

That's right, the person who came out of his shadow at this moment was Jingle Chunshui who he thought had given up fighting and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

He just... wanted to escape from that isolated loneliness, nothing else was important to him.

There is indeed a third color besides gray and white on Stark's body, which is the deepest black at the seams. Calculated according to the proportion, the risk of Stark calling out black is the smallest. The damage caused will also be minimal.

"These piles of Xu, were you the ones who killed them?"

It was indeed because of his loneliness that he split his soul into two.

As the master of "Hua Tian Kuang Bone", Jingle Chunshui is of course the person who is most familiar with this game, and he also knows how to use the rules of the game better than he who just participated in the game.

hum-

"Obviously you came to the door yourself, okay?" Stark complained expressionlessly.

Stark quickly discovered the clue with his keen insight, "And there is no gray on him."

"Hehe... don't care about these details..."

Aizen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Anyway, it looks...you seem to be quite powerful. I'm looking for a powerful companion, how about it? Do you want to think about it?"

On the contrary...according to the rules of the game, Jingle Chunshui, who called out the color with the largest proportion of his own body and the smallest proportion of the opponent's body, was in an absolutely dangerous and unfavorable situation.

For some reason, when the conscious body dissipated, Stark was surprised to find that his consciousness was still awake.

Of all the people present at the moment, no one was fluctuated by his fall.

"The ability of my 'Huatian Kuanggu' is to turn children's games into reality." Jingle Chunshui continued to explain in a flat tone, "The 'Huatian Kuanggu' sets the rules of the game. People in the field of mad bones must abide by the rules, even I am no exception...'Brand ghost' is the one who climbs to a high place to win, and'Shadow ghost' is the one who is stepped on the shadow to lose. Winner People live, losers die, this is capricious, right?"

He envied those who are weak, because they are weak, so everyone can gather together.

puff--

"Ah."

Stark's body began to dissipate as spirit particles.

"!"

"Humph."

It made him feel less alone, not alone, not alone anymore.

Those who were willing to be Stark's companions, just follow him, the soul will be gradually weakened and die.

The figures of the two were pulled in instantly, and the clash of swords and swords resounded again.

Regardless of whether the two people on the opposite side intend to surrender or not, he will not continue to fight with them, because it is meaningless to him at all.

Colmillo: After returning to the blade, in the state of wolves, the magazine of the gun can also call out the blue Reiatsu sword as a weapon.

He let his figure keep falling from mid-air, and his eyes fell on Aizen's back.

clang--

But the next moment, he was stunned.

This knife is the knife that Jingle Chunshui must kill, if you don't die, you die or I die!
puff--

The sound of surprise came from a distance to the ears of Stark and Lilinette who were sitting together in the wind and sand.

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"What an astonishing scene."

Is this the role of 'Yan Gui'?
Reduce the damage taken by both sides when fighting?
No... No, when the other party drew the sword just now, another condition was added——

But even for the same part, there are masters and rookies.

"Where to go?"

He looked at his almost transparent hands.

This is his soul.

"Are you always 'alone'? Is that what you want to verify even if you give up your life?"

He followed the reputation, and above the sky, a man was smiling and asking him questions.

(End of this chapter)